Mmm. You make eating look so good. I know I’m supposed to be the one fattening you up, but what do you say we switch the roles a little bit? I want you to take some of that yummy food you got for yourself, and I want you to feed me. Just like a little slave boy feeding grapes to a Queen, except I know a fat-ass like you has something more appetizing in your stash than basic grapes. Maybe if you stuff me nice and full, I’ll even let you rub my belly afterward. Wouldn’t you love to rub Mistress’s bloated belly?